Bloody Knuckles lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos]
sh*t
n*ggas know what's goin' on
(Oh sh*t, Roger made this one?)

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos]
[?] too short to be walkin' 'round broke
A Five-SeveN on me, never play me for a joke
I tried to keep it cordial but they got me in that mode
He don't get sh*t off them streams, real talk, n*ggas suck (Ayo, Rami, turn this sh*t up)
Quit complainin', always b*tchin' 'bout my flow
I could get these n*ggas mad, all it take is one post
Seriously, can't a pus*y n*gga put no fear in me
I'll slit my wrist 'fore I give an opp sympathy
A flu flammin' rapper just to sum it up simply
Stop the cap, I swear to God, you n*ggas killin' me
I guess it's all she wrote, I got very great penmanship
n*ggas tryna bе on street sh*t, remain a citizen
In the stash whеre I keep the long ruler clip
Check the stat sheet, I was ballin' out my freshman year
They couldn't make what I made if they had seven years
I be outside, they never slide, I know they wouldn't dare
We'll shoot the house up, "P, his kids in there"
For a four of Wockhardt, I'll chin check a grizzly bear
I just let some shots off, now I'm feelin' better
Broke with a fatty, no sir, that's a dealbreaker, ugh
[Chorus: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
Pity nerds, I just flatlined a Steve Urkel
I need uchies, b*tch, I'm jumpin' off the turnbuckle
Royal Rumble, I left Ling Ling with bloody knuckles
I got it Off the Mussle, ain't no n*gga finna tell me nothin' (sh*t)
A pity nerds, I just flatlined a Steve Urkel (sh*t, n*gga)
I need uchies, b*tch, I'm jumpin' off the turnbuckle (sh*t, b*tch)
Royal Rumble, I left Ling Ling with bloody knuckles (sh*t, let me get in my bag)
I got it Off the Mussle, ain't no n*gga finna tell me nothin'

[Verse 2: Duffy]
Off the Mussle, what a n*gga gon' tell me?
Bouncin' out, we just turned the block to a track meet
Make your b*tch do a dance in my backseat
Whack a n*gga broad day, I'm still havin' bad dreams
That's funny, n*ggas think we settlin' for fifty
These n*ggas almost fifty and ain't even touchin' fifty
The Grim Adventures, b*tch, I'm walkin' in with Billy
In the field with the members and the killers, sh*t get sticky
I got it with me, know you n*ggas better not risk it
Taliban hoodie, Wock spillin' on my di*kies
I'm gettin' to it, why these n*ggas pocket watchin'?
Obviously, n*ggas mad at us 'cause we the topic
What is there that he could tell me? n*gga, nothin'
She gon' throw the fatty on me, let me see, I gotta touch it
Put my young in the game, go get a bucket
These n*ggas hatin', sh*t, we got it Off the Mussle
[Chorus: Blue Pesos]
Pity nerds, I just flatlined a Steve Urkel
I need uchies, b*tch, I'm jumpin' off the turnbuckle
Royal Rumble, I left Ling Ling with bloody knuckles
I got it Off the Mussle, ain't no n*gga finna tell me nothin' (sh*t)
A pity nerds, I just flatlined a Steve Urkel
I need uchies, b*tch, I'm jumpin' off the turnbuckle (sh*t)
Royal Rumble, I left Ling Ling with bloody knuckles (sh*t)
I got it Off the Mussle, ain't no n*gga finna tell me nothin'